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Today I can claim that I know the real meaning of happiness. I have found a place where I can live peacefully, with nothing but beauty around me. Now I can live the life that I have always wanted, away from smoke and crowd, away from greed and materialism. I can see now how lovely my life will be in this place. I will make lots of friends, and spend all my time playing with them in the fields. Here is where I shall have a family of my own and raise my babies. When I look back at the past and remember the place I used to live in, I just feel depressed.
I used to live in a place that people call the “city”. I don’t believe how humans tolerate living in such a place. Even a kitten, like me, could easily realize how awful the place was. I was born there, for a reason that I do not know. I opened my eyes to find myself totally alone. The place, although full of people, was strangely gloomy. I discovered later that people called that place “street”, and I slowly grew to understand that smoke and pollution were the reasons behind the unattractiveness of the place. I could not believe what Man has made of his own environment and, even worse, what Man has made of Man.
People were walking down the “street” very quickly as though they were chasing invisible mice. I may be young, but I could see from their faces that there was something wrong with them. They were not happy; in fact, they looked distressed, anxious, and worried as if each was expecting to be attacked by a huge dog at any moment. Most of them were frowning. Strange as it was, they did not seem to see each other, nor did they seem to have the slightest concern about anything around them. They never talked to each other, and when they did, they shouted and swore and almost killed each other, if not for the few people who interfered to calm things down.
The first thing I felt as soon as I opened my eyes to such a world was that I was scared. I was alone, small and helpless. I needed shelter, food, and love. My instinctive desire for a peaceful life in which I would fulfill my needs, died under the wheels of huge, merciless, noisy vehicles that they called “cars”. However hostile I thought humans were, I can not deny that my life was saved by a man. He took me inside a building, brought me milk to drink, and a cartoon house to sleep in. In the morning, the door of the building used to be open so that I could go out, and in the evening I would go into my little cartoon house to sleep, and then the nice man would close the gate after me to protect me from the cold weather. My life was ordinary, until one day came and changed my life completely.
It was raining that day, and I was out of the building. I went running as fast as my small legs could go. I wanted to go into the building to shelter myself from the rain. I did reach there but, it was too late. The gate was closed. I stood there under the rain, wet as a soaked rat, (God! how I hate this description!). I was shivering, and I had no where to go to for protection. Suddenly, I saw a car open, a man get out of it and turn around it, probably to check one of the wheels. I did not think, I found myself jumping into the car and curling down under one of the seats. It was warm in there, and the man got into the car again and started to drive it. The warmth, along with the movement made me fall fast asleep. When the car stopped, I woke up to find myself in this beautiful place. I heard someone call it the “country side”.
Yes, I will live here, in the “country side”. Here I am surrounded by open, green, beautiful fields instead of narrow, dusty, crowded streets. Here, I only hear the loud laughter of children playing in the fields, instead of threats of men fighting fiercely. Here, I only see the tired but content faces of farmers while going back to their homes at dawn, instead of the annoyed, tense, anxious faces of men living in the city. Here, I shall live among people whose only concern is to live peacefully rather than attaining fame and fortune, and here is where I shall die.
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